"You must believe: A poem is a holy thing_a good poem that is." Theodore Roethke
Retired teacher. I write for the sheer joy of it. Prefer form over free verse. Favorite: English sonnet. Attended University of Florida, Gainesville,Fl and Florida Atlantic University, Boca Raton. Taught High School English in the '70's. Freelance Photographer for Hallmark Greeting Card Company in the '70's. Still busy writing poetry.
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Hello, you hula-skirted palm tree’s sway.
I hear a ukulele’s wistful song.
It’s borne upon the breeze that floats my way
as shiny shells in water roll along.
The scent of seaweed and the cry of gull
beneath the yellow sun that glistens where
the rushing waves of water stir my soul.
My footprints find a soft reception there.
A dram of seaside air (a brew sublime)
a rippled shoreline I cannot resist.
My booming surf, a wanton friend, divine.
My heart is with your windy, sky-blown kiss.
Hello, my love of many youthful days.
Life’s still a beach so many blissful ways.